Beginning Visions Novels & Stories

Chapter 48 Visions As I continued to focus on the relaxation techniques and visualization exercises, I felt my mind and body relaxing further. My breathing slowed, and my thoughts grew quieter. The weight of my responsibilities as a leader and protector of Earth began to lift, replaced by a sense of serenity. Benoit's gentle guidance and soothing voice helped me delve deeper into a state of tranquility. I imagined myself in a peaceful environment, surrounded by calming colors and gentle sounds. Just as I thought I was making progress, the vision flashed back into my mind - a glimpse of a dark, foreboding future. I gasped, my chest tightening, and my heart racing. The feeling of unease linger

She soothed herself and said, "I heard an argument at your house last night. I was worried about you, so I went over to check if things were alright. When I entered, I saw you unconscious on the ground." "Thank you for bringing me to the hospital, Celia." "Don't mention it, Mindy. You mustn't get yourself worked up now that you're pregnant. The doctor explained that you were experiencing some signs of a potential miscarriage. You need to be more mindful of this!" I was speechless when I heard that.

he asked, looking at Felicity again. Felicity hesitated as she sat in front of him. Her hands gripped the arms of her chair as she tried to regain her strength after the vision she had just received. Visions such as the one she just had always expunged a great deal of energy out of her, and she usually needed at least a whole day to recover. “I — I saw little. Visions — or rather, premonitions — such as these, are the will of the god or goddess who grants them, their voice being amplified through me as a conduit to their people.”

I felt a cold chill in my body followed by a short blurry vision of a place with a crack on the earth This became my first vision I finally have a vision and it’s goddamn confusing, how very nice I didn’t understand it and didn’t have time to think about it, my phone rings and it shows Babe with a heart emoji on the phone screen. Her voice was shaken but in a happy way, I think she cried or is crying. I couldn’t hear what she is saying with all the noise around us so I left David to go see her

“Like you fucking mean it.” There’s nothing revolting about his flesh. What disgusts me is the man himself. I close my eyes as I obey, hoping to get him off so he’ll leave me alone. His breathing gets heavier, and his breaths, and the slight squelching noises from my mouth are all that is heard in the room. “Touch yourself,” he breathes. “Push your fingers into your cunt.”

She is the only woman I know who is in jail and no one else. After I saw the vision of that woman I suddenly feel my strength left my body and I'm about to faint. But before my body fell to the ground a strong pair of arms suddenly grab my waist. I have no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck so I can balance myself. And then I look at the person's face who helped me from totally falling, to say thanks for helping me. But when our eyes met. All I could do was to stare at him and gasped silently. He's the first handsome guy that I've ever seen since my eyesight came back.

She sat down by my side and tugged the sheets off. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she said. “I had a vision again,” I told her. Dr. Richard Nygard, the esteemed shrink to the deranged teens of South Side, had told Mom and me that my first course of action in case of a psychosis (yeah, that’s right, he didn’t believe that I had visions) was to confide in my mom first and foremost. “What did you see?” Mom asked. I felt love for her in that moment. She believed me, despite what Dr. Richard had told her. When I told her about the visions, she never said that I was crazy or stupid or trying to gain attention. She always believed me.

He was still standing there, like a silhouette in the distance, slowly fading into the fog. Some people were only meant to accompany you for a part of your journey, and our path together had long since come to an end. Now, being at peace and well was the best ending for us both. I turned forward, closed the car window, and looked ahead, my heart calm. The fog gradually lifted, sunlight spilling gently, and I knew this was the start of a new beginning.

The moon hovered like a wound, split wide in the sky. And then the visions began. It didn’t start with fire. It started with breathing. His breathing. Victor’s. She was on her knees without realizing it, eyes rolled back, chest heaving. Her mouth opened—but no scream came. Only a sound like static, deep and old and wrong. The kind of sound the earth made when it remembered something it wished it could forget. The farmhouse floor tilted under her. And suddenly, she wasn’t in her room. She was there—where it began.

“I don't know how, but I've been having these . . . visions. I can't predict when they'll come, or how they'll happen, but they show me things that have happened, and things that are to come.” “Like your mother,” he said. “You have her gift. Since when have you been having these visions?” “I've always had them since I was little, but they were usually about random things that I couldn't really make sense of, or minor things that just appeared like coincidences. It wasn't until very recently that they became stronger, and more vivid. Sometimes, I'm afraid that I'll close my eyes and see . . . see something terrible that's going to happen,” I opened my eyes and turned to him, “to you.”